HALF-WAKING - Sarah Fuller Adams Poems

I thought it was the little bed I slept in long ago;A straight white curtain at the head, And two smooth knobs below.I thought I saw the nursery fire, And in a chair well-knownMy mother sat, and did not tire With reading all alone.If I should make the slightest sound To show that I'm awake,She'd rise, and lap the blankets round, My pillow softly shake;Kiss me, and turn my face to see The shadows on the wall,And then sing Rousseau's Dream to me, Till fast asleep I fall.But this is not my little bed; That time is far away;With strangers now I live instead, From dreary day to day.